Lilith & The Dragon: Fair Game

Lilith ran her fingers lightly along the raised traceries of the grey stone knot work. The pupils of her wide, liquid-grey eyes widened with keen interest of what the handcrafted knot work represented: fertility. Beside the tall stone marker was another larger marker with the figure of a knotted and elongated dragon, a symbol of power and chaos. Elements she associated herself with happily.

The rocks of the breezy promontory she meandered through pulsed with the power of the wild. Everything about the place pulsed around her, pulsed within her, enticing her, fed her soul with carnal awareness.

Across the precipice, across the 'spance of a huge flattened stone, stood two more carved markers, each like the first and opposite their mates. The markers were a part of the master design that ended a path behind Lilith; a path also of carved stones with their knot work and mystical runes. Mounted upon the stone dais were four rough metal bands on chains-empty now. The bands were of the old world, rough and dark with speckles of impurities-rust trying to eat through, but failing because of the secrets of the ancient casting protecting its body. Stains, soaked in from ages agone, still darkened the stone where one could only guess what took place. The sacrifice of youth to jealous gods? The slaughter of war captives? Lilith knew better; the stains did not follow a draining pattern for any lives sacrificed to death. The truth was in the knot work and in the chaos dragon figures.

Breezes tugged and teased Lilith's thick black mane, kissing her cheeks, lulling her into submission to the command of the palisades' lore. This cliff was not alone, after all, in this lonely field of weedy flowers, jutting stone, and high crags. Many more promontories ran along this high, mountainous spur, but this one was best suited for the purpose the ancients chose. Small caves dotted the cliffside. Black eyes just large enough to shelter a curious people and small enough to protect those same from feral elements. Caves perfectly suited for a race of voyeurs as they eagerly watched their selected agent chained helplessly on the dais succumb to hungry temporal forces.

Lilith licked her sanguine lips feeling the energies of those long gone peoples as she felt every curve of the rough, wind blown stone marker's knot work beneath her fingertips. She bit down lightly on her lower lip as she mentally summoned the spell that would unlock the secrets the knot work and their runes held within the stones. Her instincts were burning wild with her blood through her veins, she knew what this place was for and she knew what those old runes were going to tell her. Suspicion of a magic's temperament was not enough to invoke the power of its nature, one needed to know the expected workings to make it effective. Lilith knew this better than most self-proclaimed magi.

Moving her lips, she whispered the words that promised her knowledge of these sacred workings. Lilith surrendered to the urge to shrug away her cloak. Though it was growing late in the day and the breezes carried thermals of both warm and cooling air she let the heavy cloak fall to ground at her feet. The breezes caressed her bare arms and exposed throat like an ethereal lover urging her to continue. Lilith let her head fall back welcoming the full kiss of the light winds. Ancient and arcane words filled her mind as she tugged at the lacings of her leather dress that barely kept her from complete exposure. She swooned with the headiness of the words and the wind and the raw power of the mountain's face.

Sex. Fertility. Coition with the gods was the knowledge the runes revealed to her. Filled her.

Fucking.

The idea of the prurient arousal of ancient eyes watching her as she fucked their god for the sheer pleasure of it before them. Lilith was almost having an orgasm.

The dress fell away. Her boots she tossed to the winds. She was naked. The runes filled her head with the promise of passion. To each stone marker Lilith moved. Each stone marker she read softly aloud. Each marker she pressed her body against touching her bare, wet pussy against like a priest with an aspergill. Each marker promised a new ecstasy, a new passion, a new thrill, a new year of favor. As the runes left Lilith no choice but to utter them she could not help running her hands over her lithe body. It became part of the ritual, part of the summoning.

The sky changed its colors welcoming dusk. The sky grew larger than Lilith remembered. The breezes were ghostly hands and fingers tantalizing her body. With the final words of the invocation Lilith moved down onto the rock table with its stains and its shackles. The stone was warm from the day's sun. The coming eve cooling but not cold. The breezes, warm and cool and warm again, kissed her erect nipples, ran its ghostly chill fingers along her hairless swollen labia, and teased her erect clitoris. Lilith was wet and pressed her fingers to herself for more. The mystery of this god of the ancients drove her mad with desire. Her imagination was wild with visions of any number of gods. She swirled her fingertips round in circles and gently pinched her own sex pleasuring herself before her attentive host.

Still murmuring the words of the runes in the manner of a lover's whispered promises Lilith squirmed almost without realizing it to the position of the ancients' agent. Her whisperings summoned the shackles' attention. Lifeless circlets of metal moved toward the woman's limbs. Lilith gasped as metal snapped closed and locked around her ankles. The invisible forces at work seized her wrists pulling them away from what had been within her reach and continued pulling them over her head and toward the other set of shackles. They snapped closed around her wrists and locked her in place. The magic of the area calmed her from her initial shock, soothing her like a drug. She settled naked against the stone, still squirming, offering her open pussy to whatever may come to claim her. Lilith was dripping, adding her own stain to that of the ancients'.

What a wonderfully delicious practice, she mused as the power of the runes faded slightly allowing her to enjoy her own rampant imagination. Visions of men, young and old running their hands along her helpless body teased Lilith more. Phantom orgiastic kisses from lusty women tantalized Lilith as she waited and squirmed. Eyes mesmerized from afar encouraged her as they watched with lascivious glee and waited in shadowy caves for their god to claim its maiden.

Lilith was no maiden but the runes did not care. The shackles welcomed her as they did any from the past. The stone dais comforted her as it did all who lay waiting before her.

"What are you waiting for?" Lilith screamed. She was desperate for the touch of whatever would present itself. By the gods, she was hungry! She was beyond caring what may show. She wanted it all.

As the sky grew purple with eventide a shadow dark as night appeared in the sky. It swayed with the wind, graceful in its arching and gliding. Greater and larger it grew as the shadow took shape. Closer.

Lilith squirmed below it. Suddenly, what she hungered for so desperately revealed itself a stranger to her. Fear sparked within her but was subdued with the aid of her worldly knowledges. This was not the first time she had faced a dragon.

The great beast circled above her casting down to her the warm waves of its wind currents. It landed not far from her, the largest and most welcoming landing space being the runic stone path leading to the dais. The reptilian beast gazed with glittering eyes upon its offering. It snorted smoke and fire as it landed causing Lilith some concern.

Dark red scales covered the dragon's huge body and fingers of smoke wafted skyward through the wide nostrils of its snout. Sharp teeth, meant for ripping and tearing and shredding glistened from its mouth. The teeth were miniature replicas of twin horns upon its head, accompanied by twin rows of serrated scales that began on the crown of its head and followed the length of its body and tail. Huge, red bat-like wings folded back to become almost a mighty cape. White claws as long as Lilith's face were its regal jewels. Lilith's breast heaved as it stared at her.

The beast moved toward her. Its head swayed on the end of its serpentine neck as it surveyed its newest treasure. It sniffed the air around the elfin woman, smelling her, learning her scent, discovering the extent of her sex. Like lighting the dragon's head was next to hers. Hovering. Smelling. Investigating.

Lilith's breath was shaky. She trembled beneath the heat of this beast that was many times her size. She felt the dragon's snout brush against her hair taking in its scent.

"The farmers have brought me an elf," the dragon said. "How... unusual."

Lilith could only breathe.

The dragon's gaze met hers as it continued exploring its treat. It blasted her face with the breath from its snout, warming her but not burning her. Red dragons were known for both their flaming breath and their capricious nature-Lilith knew she could have easily been fried. It surprised her when it touched its rough nose to hers, gentle, curious. She stretched her head back as the dragon moved toward her throat. Again it rubbed its nose gentle against her soft flesh.

Lilith clenched and unclenched her hands around the chains that held her fast. The dragon gave a soft grunt. Satisfaction?

Lilith's voice refused to function. Her brain was a cloud of raw, undefined emotion. So much had already added its potency to the juices within her that flowed the moment she whispered the power words, and now this?

The dragon pressed its snout against her breasts testing their weight, nuzzling their softness. She felt the roughness of the dragon's scales gently scratch across her standing nipples. Lilith arched helpless against the dragon's curiosity. Any anxiety that had been present within her was overwhelmed by that feral hunger again with the dragon's careful examination of her. The warmth and roughness of the dragon's snout followed the curve of her ribs, down her stomach and along her hips.

Her eyes flew wide as a tongue lashed at the moisture between her thighs. The dragon tasted her.

"Where did they find you?" he asked.

Squirming, Lilith looked to where the dragon was exploring. She saw the dragon developing an interest beyond that of curiosity. A large, reddish-pink penis was growing from its hiding place within its scaly sheath. The dragon flicked its whip-tongue at her soaked pussy again, almost licking away all of the initial juices her anticipation had created during her wait. She moaned as her head pressed back against the stone. The dragon lifted its head at her moan, eyeing her, watching her.

Lilith relaxed and brought her eyes back to the dragon. She saw that his penis had doubled in size from when she had first spied it emerging. It was as full as her forearm and was getting larger by the moment! Oh gods!

"For someone who was so demanding not moments ago, you appear to have lost your voice, little elf," the dragon said. "Need'st we help you find it again?"

Lilith bit down lightly on her lip, watching the dragon. Wondering how far he was going to go with his developing sexual interest in her. He was bigger still. Please!

"I think we can find your voice," he told her. The dragon grunted again, and again his breath warmed Lilith in the growing evening chill. He lowered his head back to the elfin woman's bald pussy and flicked his tongue along the satiny, fleshy folds. It was not long before the dragon was moving around restlessly himself.

Lilith ached with pleasure everywhere the dragon drew its warm tongue. Its teeth pressed against her thighs as it licked her. Her moaning became groans and animal growling for more.

Clawed hands enveloped Lilith's forearms holding her more securely than the chains. She gazed upward into the eyes of the dragon and knew it was going to plunge into her. Heaving with every breath, she could not help looking down between their bodies-his so huge and menacing, thick with scale and heat, hers petite and fragile, soft pliable flesh. The huge reddish dick hovered before her spread pussy. The sight itself was overwhelming. The heat from his dick was more than from any lover she had known before. Her pussy flushed with juices, opened eagerly, it gaped for the massive cock about to be thrust into her possibly ripping her wide open. She wanted it-she ached for it.

The dragon curled its head around just to see his cock rest against the elf's eager cunt. He let it hover a few moments longer. Then, gently touched Lilith's pussy flesh with the cock's head. Lilith jerked unexpectedly from the touch and the heat. She would have sworn that the dragon was being considerate, acclimating her cooler pussy to his overwhelmingly hot dick. Slowly, the dragon drew his huge cock smoothly, gently against Lilith's soaking pussy. The heat became more tolerable. Welcoming. Lilith watched breathlessly as the dragon slid back and forth against her.

"Oh, gods. Take me," she murmured, delirious with desire. "Come on. Do it!"

"There's that lovely voice I heard calling to me in the void," the dragon near purred.

The dragon continued to stroke her, building her interest. Its smooth cock flesh pressing and rubbing gently against her slick pussy lips making it slipperier, sloppier. It curled its head back around at the sound of her moans and brushed its ivory teeth against her breasts as it wound its tongue around her tits. Gently, it licked and squeezed the twin mounds there.

So easy it would be for the dragon to simply open its mouth and chomp a breast away, ripping the tit from her chest. But Lilith knew better. She allowed the excitement of the possibility to thrill her with fear, but the tongue swirling around her breast and teasing her nipple was that of a lover's hand not a killer's.

Forward and back the dragon drew its cock, pressing firmly against her pussy. Swollen skin folds smashed and smeared deliciously against the beast's member. Lilith shivered with delight as the dragon fondled her tits with its agile tongue. Temperature between their slightly mismatched genitalia was no longer a problem. Lilith squirmed her hips beneath the dragon trying to catch the tip of his cock with her anxious pussy mouth.

The dragon backed off from her breasts and reached its head around again to face Lilith's anxious cunt. A tongue flicked out again. Lilith yelped as the tongue stroked her as easily as the cock slipped back and forth. "Oh, goddess!" she shouted. Her whole body shuddered and shivered with the dragon working its tongue and cock in unison against her enraptured pussy. "Goddess, yes!"

Lilith arched like a crazed woman as the dragon flicked its tongue inside her pussy and still continued to stroke her up and down with its huge, warm dick. No man, or woman, or other beast could ever hope to compare to what the dragon was doing to her. Hunger to have a dick in her mouth overcame her as the dragon tongue fucked and cock frigged her simultaneously. "Oh! Oh, Goddess! I'm cumming!"

The dragon stopped. Lilith whimpered loudly, arching desperately for that cock and tongue. "No! Oh, Gods! Dammit! Don't stop!" she pleaded.

The dragon gave a low growl at his elfin lover. He withdrew his tongue from her dripping cunt and moved forward enough to offer his juice covered dick to Lilith's mouth. Eagerly, hungrily, like a woman starved Lilith licked and sucked along the dragon's unimaginably huge dick. The weep hole in its head was nearly as large as one of her own eyes! What delicious cum would this reptilian lover of hers eject for her, into her, all over her! She plunged her own tongue into the dragon's cock hole, licking and spooning out what wondrous fluids she found there. The creaminess of her own fluids mingled there with a sampling of the dragon's. She lurched as she felt the dragon plunge his tongue inside her again. His tongue slithered in so deep it was able to writhe around her hardened organ of orgasm. It writhed around inside her and doubled, then trebled. The shuddering Lilith endured was well beyond her control. Eagerly, with each wriggle of the dragon's snake-like tongue, she sucked and plunged her own tongue into the dragon's cock recesses.

Suddenly, the dragon lurched, almost squashing its fragile female lover. Lilith gasped with the pressure. Then shivered again with frightened expectation and delirious lust as the dragon regained its senses and moved to mount her.

Lilith shrieked. The flesh of such a huge and demanding cock startled her as the dragon unmercifully lanced her pussy. Flesh yielded and tore slightly as the dragon pushed his dick deep inside his little elfin lover. Lilith howled with pain and ecstasy. The pain waned as the dragon retained enough of its senses to not drive so far into its fragile lover as to split her wide open. Back the dragon pulled out, almost until the swollen head of his cock re-emerged from the girl's cunt. Lilith gasped and panted with the motion. So thick was the dragon it drove her mad for more. So hot was its dick, she burned and sweated, hungry for more.

"Gods, yes!" she cried, pulling hard against the chains that held her. "Fuck me!"

In the dragon pushed, and out it pulled, only to push back in. Again its tongue ravaged the girl's tits as it fucked her. The little thing was so delightfully demanding. So many centuries had gone by since the last delicate lover was offered here in the magic rock garden. So long ago was it since a tiny lover wriggled helplessly, eagerly here.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" the tiny lover cried beneath the dragon. Pressing for more, she wiggled hard, desperately against his dick. The girl pulsed and pumped against him. The girl was wild with lust for him. This girl was his.

The dragon flicked the shackles holding is lover hostage beneath him and bade them open. As the metal snapped open the girl flung her legs and arms eagerly around what she could of her dragon lover. She yelped in delight as the dragon flipped her around and began fucking her with her on her hands and knees beneath him. He unfolded his wings and grasped the girl around her arms pressing them against her sides, his clawed hands were large enough that his fingers and claws encased the girl's tits protectively as he launched himself into the air, still locked in the coupling embrace with the girl.

"Now we go!" the dragon announced and leapt into the air with her.

Lilith gasped incredulously. They were flying and the dragon was incredibly, still fucking her! Yelping and howling with pleasure, Lilith lost track of how many times the dragon had made her cum. Higher and higher the dragon flew still locked with Lilith. Inside her, the dragon began swelling until it could not pull out of her anymore. Lilith wondered if this was going to be like canines getting locked together when they came. Panic! What was going to happen when the dragon came? The knob inside her swelled into a knot. Oh no! She pressed back against the dragon's stomach too overwhelmed with the intensity of feeling its dick stuck inside her to truly worry about the flood of cum she knew was going to drench her.

The dragon topped out and, kneading its female's tits within its grasp, it arched and dove toward the ground. Spinning like eagles, Lilith jerked spasmodically as the dragon went rigid and pumped its hot cum inside its little female.

Gasping, yelping, and wriggling uncontrollably Lilith felt herself crushed against the horny dragon. The knot inside her throbbed and pumped hot juices inside her so hard she thought surely that she would explode from pleasure. Cum spurted from between her thighs as it squeezed passed the knot's grip inside her. They were coated in the hot, creamy fluid. Without a second thought, Lilith drove her hand between her thighs and stroked the dragon's slick cock, rubbing the dragon's cum against her throbbing clit making them both cum harder and faster. More and more liquid covered them. It was in Lilith's hair, splattered over her face and coated her body.

The dragon groaned with Lilith's touch, diving in blinding speed toward the ground. The girl's bare feet were stroking and pushing against his throbbing balls, spreading more and more of his cum against his already sensitive organ. Her hands were holding onto his shaft as she pumped them both.

The dragon spit forth a blast of fire as he came hard to the girl's touch. He stretched bodily and almost forgot to keep his hold on the girl as he spread his wings to slow the dive. The ground was upon them almost before the dragon realized it. The dragon pulled up slightly and whirled once around a forest glade then landed, gently, as he and the girl were still attached.

Welcoming exhaustion, the dragon tripped a couple of steps and rolled onto his back. Lilith let her hands rove over the dragon's belly and chest as she let him relax. Yes, she had to gladly wait for the beast to relax enough to let the knot fade. She smiled as she relaxed against the dragon's warm chest, the dragon shivered and gently stroked her hair with its claws.

"Next time, mistress," the dragon panted, "it's my turn to be chained up."

The End

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